The truth may not be told. Here is an acceptable lie.

I barely noticed loneliness anymore; it was my normal condition, by necessity if not by nature.

Your lies didn't stop me loving you; your truth hasn't stopped me either.

Metaphor is awkward, but emotion, by its nature, leaves you no more scalable approach.

I was drawn to his aloofness, the way cats gravitate toward people who’d rather avoid them.

For future reference: do not underestimate the seductive power of math.

Was it probably true that reasoning beings were equal? It seemed more like a belief than a fact, even if I agreed with it. If you followed logic all the way back to its origin, did you inevitably end up at point of illogic, an article of faith?